Pooka
03-23-08, 08:18 AM
There's always one of them, always.
It's as though they are so important
They have to be saved, It's the guilt.
Though I know of none more guilty.
It's the Cactus, the heat, you said,
Colitas or Colitis, it's still too hot.
What are we doing here - and
More to the point - where are we?
Girl, why are you looking at that picture?
Why that particular one? Familiar is it?
Let's go have a coffee and maybe
Something cool to go with it.
The Dusk falls, quieter than and
Softer than Snow in the Neon.
The letter you sent never reached me
If ever you sent it - I don't trust you anymore
It is still too hot
And I am Alone...
Pooka MMVIII
It's as though they are so important
They have to be saved, It's the guilt.
Though I know of none more guilty.
It's the Cactus, the heat, you said,
Colitas or Colitis, it's still too hot.
What are we doing here - and
More to the point - where are we?
Girl, why are you looking at that picture?
Why that particular one? Familiar is it?
Let's go have a coffee and maybe
Something cool to go with it.
The Dusk falls, quieter than and
Softer than Snow in the Neon.
The letter you sent never reached me
If ever you sent it - I don't trust you anymore
It is still too hot
And I am Alone...
Pooka MMVIII